Glancing at the fervor of his bandit crew, Hou Niao felt that the experience had been ample. After all, no matter how much he enjoyed the trial, the battlefield was ultimately a contest of victory between two sides.
After a brief wait, just as Qian Changqing conjured his Fire Skill to send forth fiery ravens in attack, he ceased patrolling the perimeter. With a lead of his Flying Sword, he vanished from the sky.
Qian Changqing had never let down his guard against this Sword Cultivator. With the precedent set by Yu Kuohai, how could he afford to be careless?
As he prepared to react, he immediately felt a difference in the power of the Flying Sword; there had been variations in force before, but this time the strength was doubled, and it carried with it the oppressive might of Sword Intent.
